AN: I realize last chapter was a tad short, so I promise you that once I get to chapter 4, this whole story will be at least 4,000 words.
Chapter 3
"So, Mrs. Sheddy, Samantha's treatment will hopefully only last two years. We want to start…" Wilson was interrupted by his pager. "I'm sorry, do you mind of I check this?" He asked, only being polite.
Sam and her mom gave a look that said "no problem."
Wilson sighed as he read what he was sent, and shook his head. 'If House wasn't being more stubborn than letting Cuddy take him home, then he must really be sick,' Wilson thought to himself.
Sam and her mother looked at each other worriedly as if the page was something that concerned them like a mix up in test results.
Wilson put his pager away and continued, "So we want to start the treatment with a spinal tap sometime in the next week. After that, we will be giving Samantha…" Wilson was cut off by Mrs. Sheddy.
"I'm sorry, but that page wasn't something for us to worry about it, was it?"
"No," Wilson responded. "Just about my friend, Dr. House. He's sick so I have to cover for somebody else who is going to bring him home." Wilson could tell that both Sheddys were relieved and he continued…
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House limped down the hall, putting more pressure on his cane and trying not to look up and be blinded by the lights. He reached Cuddy's office and saw that she was all ready to go.
"Come on," Cuddy said in a soft voice as she walked toward House. She helped him down the hallway and out the door. When then got to the car, she helped him get into the passenger's side and walked to the driver's side.
They drove to House's home and got out of the car. They went inside and House made his way to the couch where he collapsed in exhaustion.
"You know how I require all staff members to get flu shots?" Cuddy asked.
House grunted and looked up at her.
"You didn't get one, did you?"
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm now suffering a huge consequence of having the flu from not listening to you. Besides, I was planning on getting one during this week," spoke House's hoarse voice.
Cuddy just looked at House and noted that he was lying on an awfully uncomfortable couch. "Don't you want to move to your bed?"
"Are you coming with me?" House asked with a wink and a cough.
Cuddy rolled her eyes and wondered how House could still make his sarcastic remarks when he was sick. 'It must have taken a lot of training,' she thought. "I'm going back to the hospital now," Cuddy said. "You do want Vicodin, don't you?"
"Thanks," House mumbled.
Once Cuddy left, House regretted not asking her to give him the remote and decided it would be better to fall asleep in his bed instead of staring at a black TV screen. He moved painfully to his room, and got under the covers.
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Cuddy returned to her office in the hospital, running into Wilson who was placing the orange bottle of Vicodin on her desk.
"Hello," Cuddy greeted Wilson as she walked into her office and hung up her coat on the coat rack.
Wilson jumped in surprise. He turned around to face Cuddy and asked, "How is he?"
"Being sick barely changes him at all," she answered, "I'm pretty sure it's going to get much worse, especially for the both of us.
"Do you want me to go over there? I can reschedule appointments if he's giving you too much trouble," Wilson answered.
"That won't be necessary," Cuddy reassured.
"Whatever you say. Just remember that I've dealt with a sick House before. It's not fun at all."
"I can handle it," Cuddy said with only a little bit of confidence.
Wilson gave Cuddy a look that said, "You don't know what you're getting into," and waved goodbye as he left her office to meet with more patients.
Cuddy sighed before picking up the Vicodin along with a couple of other things she thought she might need, and left the hospital.
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Cuddy returned to House's apartment and was relieved when she saw that he had decided to sleep in his bed instead of the couch.
When she walked into House's room, she was in for a surprise. House was shivering, even though he was slightly sweating. His face was more flushed than before, and it looked as if he didn't know whether to pull his covers up, or leave them so they weren't covering him at all.
Cuddy walked over to him and put her hand on his forehead, feeling a slightly warmer head than before. She shook him gently until she saw he was awake and said, "Do you need anything?"
"Vicodin?" He grumbled as his eyes opened, but quickly shut because of the lights overhead.
"No, but here's some flu meds that will make you be able to sleep," She said and handed him two pills and a glass of water. He took the pills and water greedily and gave the glass back to her.
"Feeling better?" She asked, as she started walking to the other side of the bed.
"No."
"Feeling worse?"
"Yes."
Cuddy sat on the other side of the bed and swung her feet so she was sitting against the headboard and her feet were almost by House's.
